Aziraphael is just pouring the tea from a small pot into a mug when Crowley comes in. He picks up the mug and takes a deep breath from the steam rising above it.
"An excellent blend, my dear; you did well," he says, and hums appreciatively as he takes a sip.
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Date: 2009-01-18 05:40 am (UTC)"An excellent blend, my dear; you did well," he says, and hums appreciatively as he takes a sip.